You don’t love because: you love despite; not for the virtues, but despite the faults.
WILLIAM FAULKNERAll l mixed up with them, like trying to, having to, move your arms and legs with strings, only the same strings are hitched to all the other arms and legs and the others all trying and they don’t know why either except that the strings are all in one another’s way.
More William Faulkner Quotes
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Haunted by wrong turns and roads not taken, we pursue images perceived as new but whose providence dates to the dim dramas of childhood, which are themselves but ripples of consequence echoing down the generations.
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Women know more about words than men ever will. And they know how little they can ever possibly mean.
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And sure enough, even waiting will end…if you can just wait long enough.
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Whatever its symbol – cross or crescent or whatever – that symbol is man’s reminder of his duty inside the human race.
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The only thing worth writing about is the human heart in conflict with itself
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The writer’s only responsibility is to his art.
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The work never matches the dream of perfection the artist has to start with.
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The end of wisdom is to dream high enough to lose the dream in the seeking of it.
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Since man is mortal, the only immortality possible for him is to leave something behind him that is immortal since it will always move. This is the artist’s way of scribbling “Kilroy was here” on the wall of the final and irrevocable oblivion through which he must someday pass.
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Always dream and shoot higher than you know you can do.
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Tomorrow night is nothing but one long sleepless wrestle with yesterday’s omissions and regrets.
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Because no battle is ever won he said. They are not even fought. The field only reveals to man his own folly and despair, and victory is an illusion of philosophers and fools.
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The most important thing is insight, that is to be – curious – to wonder, to mull, and to muse why it is that man does what he does.
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If there is a God what the hell is He for?
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Let the writer take up surgery or bricklaying if he is interested in technique. There is no mechanical way to get the writing done, no shortcut.
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